[Gaige Ferguson, the system rejected your reset and respawn.] Gaige could only stare at the message displayed in the center of the white, empty room. He had been panicking and complaining earlier, but after hours without any response, he felt exhausted. He lay on the floor, his gaze fixed on the words, uncertain when or if they would change to provide more information or guidance on what he should do next. "I can't reset and respawn, so what's my next move?" The system didn't offer Gaige any access to return to the purging system. He was trapped inside the waiting room, where he could do nothing more than ponder and lie around. "Am I a prisoner of the system now? Or have they forgotten about me?" he wondered. He rolled on the floor, trying to brainstorm a solution, but nothing came to mind. He no longer had the status window he was accustomed to. He couldn't ask for help from anyone as Gun had severed their connection, and Adal was tied to the system. He had no divine powers to es
Uncertain about his future, Gaige returned to idling alone inside the white room. He had no idea what kind of life awaited him or where he was headed. It was unfortunate that he would be leaving behind so many unfinished matters for his friends on Earth, but if the next life he would be granted proved to be peaceful, just as he had dreamt of, he wouldn't regret it. He'd keep praying that his friends on Earth would find the same kind of peace he longed for. Rebirth held promise as it meant a fresh start, but it also meant beginning from scratch. He wouldn't even know what kind of body he'd receive. Would he be a frail human, a vulnerable member of another race, or a strong individual? Sometimes, greatness was predetermined by birth, as a weak body often didn't lead to growth and improvement. "What am I even thinking?" he muttered, slapping his cheeks. "There's no point in speculating about whether I'll be weak or strong in my next life. What matters is that I'll finally get to experi
[Warning: Boy x boy / This is the only chapter with BL] "I'm hungry. I want oranges," Antur mumbled. He is lying on their bed without the energy to move. He looked down at Eric, who was cleaning his bare body, which was covered with sweat and sticky white stuff. "Orange is not good for an empty stomach." Eric stoically said. They have been working on their bodies together for a week, and Ellise hasn't freed them yet, as they could only be free if Antur conceives his child. Given that Antur is a man, Eric doubted it would be possible, but after seeing Antur give up and not have any will to run away after he untied him, he thought that impregnating him was possible. "Whether it's good or bad, we can't get any oranges." Antur grumbled. He stared at the ceiling, which had a thick barrier attached to it. He gave up on escaping as he had already been violated, thinking he no longer deserved to return to heaven. He also gave up thinking about contacting his lord. He basically gave up every
Currently, in Gaige's room, Ainspenser screamed at the top of her lungs. "Bitch, push!" Ellise exclaimed as she assisted Ainspenser through her labor. She had been with her for a week, patiently waiting for the moment of birth. Ellise wasn't obligated to help, but she stayed because they got along well. Their conversations often revolved around Gaige, sometimes becoming more explicit about their shared experiences with him. Time had flown by, and Ellise had almost forgotten about Ainspenser's pregnancy until the moment arrived. "I know how to push, Bitch," Ainspenser retorted. Interestingly, they had taken to calling each other "bitches" in a friendly, teasing manner. Surprisingly, their connection had grown into a strange friendship, thanks to their shared experiences with Gaige's body. "Are you practicing to assist with deliveries?" Ellise asked. "Sort of. My son impregnated that half-man purger." Ellise shared proudly while she was staring at Ainspenser’s private area, which
"Shit! I almost died there!" Gaige exclaimed. Gaige believed he was on the verge of death the moment he was reborn. He vented his frustration and scolded everyone around him for the delay in bringing him out of the womb. But his complaints and protests came out as nothing more than cries to those around him. Gaige couldn't hear or see yet; he could only flail his feeble body to express his discomfort. "My new parents! Mother, or whoever is here with me! Give me something for this fucking headache! It's excruciating!" He cried out, but the adults around him couldn't provide the relief he needed. They fed him, even though his stomach felt increasingly strange. They administered a potion for his body, but it was his head that throbbed with pain. "Is this a new form of suffering?" he wondered. "Do newborns typically experience such agony?" What made it even worse was that his memories and intellect remained intact, intensifying his perception of the pain. His daily existence became a
Gaige's family not only had to search for a cure for his fragile body, but they also had to contend with Andy, who had discovered their whereabouts. Whenever Andy had an opportunity, he would launch attacks and attempt to kill anyone in the family. However, after realizing that everyone was fiercely protective of the newborn second son, he began targeting the baby whenever he could. For Andy, this became a twisted form of amusement. The more he tried to harm the baby, the more intense and entertaining the battles with the family around the child became. Over the past six years, they had managed to defeat him every time he attacked. Andy's status reset upon respawn, so he essentially became a beginner purger attacking the hideout of a group of purgeable beings and three purgers. Despite being continually defeated, he found this type of combat more enjoyable than when he had been overpowered. Each time he respawned, he was eager to engage with them, delighted by the unique ways they w
Another day, another ordeal. Gaige felt like he was enduring even more now that his hearing and sight had returned. In contrast to the six years where he could only focus on his own pain and sickness, he now had to endure additional suffering from the noise and commotion around him. "He seems fussier," Lisa remarked. "What could be causing his discomfort?" "I have no idea," Patal replied. "Don't ask me." Lisa and Patal could only watch Gaige whine and squirm in his large crib. They had no way of knowing what Gaige was actually going through, so they couldn't provide much relief. They seldom saw Gaige, as his mother personally cared for him. When Ainspenser was out purging or searching for medicine, she typically entrusted her second son to Axel and Ishya. Ainspenser had entirely lost interest in her firstborn, trusting Lambert to Patal and Lisa. Since everyone else in the family is too preoccupied with protecting their home from Andy and finding a cure for Gaige's frail body, th
"He's your son too! Why the hell aren't you showing love to such an adorable child? He looks just like you! You should be so proud of him! Did your pregnancy make you lose your mind?" Gaige grumbled in frustration at the unjust treatment his son received. If he were present as the father, he would shower his son with affection and provide him with all the care he deserved. He couldn't fathom why Ainspenser neglected her own son. What bewildered Gaige even more was why the aliens and returnees who supported Ainspenser treated his son like an outcast. However, he couldn't channel all his energy into frustration. The relentless pain in his body intensified the more he exerted himself. His frustration deepened when Ainspenser attempted to help him by healing his body. "Bitch! My head! My head is the one that always hurts! Why do all of you constantly focus on treating my body?" Meanwhile, his twin, who was still in a nine-degree bow position, was perplexed that no one was getting angry